Wicked Anexity

All of my thoughts are gripping my chest. (Tight) Racing breath that I can not catch (Scared) Anexity, she is wicked to me (Frustrating) She plays with me when thoughts build up. Knowing how ill react. This game she plays with me makes me feel tired and ill (Stop!) I look straight ahead into her eyes and I count backwards. 10, 9,8, (breathe in),7,6,5,(breathe out),4,3,2,1 (Stare) Deep controlled breathing.  Slowly gaining back control "You cannot break me, i do not shatter. " I whisper (Strength ) I've picked my beautiful broken up more times than any. And stood back-up. Anexity bows her wicked head in defeat.  fading back into the cold shadows. Shes never finished with me. She'll return. And when she does. She will bow again.